Yo, Van City, where the demons ignite, East Van to the bone, we shine in the fight,
Limpton, chain gleaming, that′s my stride, Five foot fuck all, trap legends, we ride.
East Vancouver, where the pavement holds dreams, Strathconnor shadows, but we stitchin’ the seams,
Walkin’ with a limp, yo, keepin’ no hide, Wherever you go, there you are, we abide,
Procrastination, masturbation, fuckin’ your grind, Snooze on a hustle, leave your soul in a bind,
Might be five foot fuck all, but the skinnier I get, The bigger it looks, like a wolf, I don’t quit,
Halfway crooks, that′s the deal, the way it looks, Keep em’ all shook, that′s the name of the game,
Freedom mad hooks, there ain’t no such thing as halfway crooks,
East Van to the bone, donkeys and huskies, Never lose a rig alone, keep it pushin’,
No fussin’, straight to the pipeys, All that I know, this is how I keep it for my freestyle flow,
Now you mad at me, cause I fucked your hoe, She don’t know how to keep it on the low,
Makin’ represent for the gong show flow, Downtown Eastside, where the lost find light,
Needles in the dark, but we rise through the night, Middle finger to the cops, they can’t break our soul,
Pens aflame, throw a burn, the streets take control, Commercial drive vibes, where the rebels unite,
Graffiti on the walls, paint the struggle with might, From the ashes we climb, turn the pain to a crown,
East Van legends, never backin’ it down, No sleep on why, got the hustle on lock,
Slippin’ through the alleys, dodgin’ traps in the clocks, Every scar is a story, every bar is a spark,
Van City’'s my heart, light it up in the dark,
Limpin’ through Van with the trap as our stage, East Van scars, but we break in the cage,
From the dope to the drip, we rewrite the code, Every bar is a brick, build a kingdom of gold,
Strad corner to the drive, we don’t fold, we rise, Fuck the sirens, let the 808’ harmonize,
This for the creeps, for the plugs, for the strong, Van City trap legends keep it real,
Movin’ on, no half steppin', we don’t bow to the pain, Turn the struggle to strength, let the streets sing our name,
Mount Pleasant plug, got the city on blaze, Skirt through the drive, diamonds cut through the haze,
Pistols go pop, keep the block on spin, Ops talk tough, but they fold when we grin,
Procrastinations, masturbation, screwin’ your cash, Wait too long, now your dreams in the trash,
Might be five foot, fuck off, but the skinnier I get, The bigger it looks, chain swinging, no debt,
Halfway crooks, that's the dealer way it looks, Keep em all shook, that's the name of the game,
Freedom mad hooks, there ain't no such thing as halfway crooks, East Van to the bone,
Donkeys and huskies, never lose a rig alone, Keep it movin', no trustin', straight to the pipeys,
All that I know, this is how I keep it for my freestyle flow,
Now you mad at me, cause I fucked your hoe, She don't know how to keep it on the low,
Make em represent for the gun show flow, Strathcona king, ice drippin' on my wrist,
Flippin' packs quick, dodging feds in the mist, Commercial drive lit, where the hustlers ascend,
Trap house boomin', make the whole game bend, Got the whip on glide, 80 weights in the chest,
Van City savage, put the doubters to rest, No sleep, I'm wide, got the streets in my soul,
Five foot, fuck off, but my vision's pure gold, From the corner to the crown, I'm a beast with the bars,
Turn the struggle to a spark, light it up to the stars, Fuck the law, we saw, let the haters stay shook,
Black sheep in the trap, rewriting the book,
Van City nights, where the demons get tamed, East Van to the bone, we ignitin' the flame,
From the pipeys to the pavement, we don't ever break, Every scar's a badge, every risk that we take,
Strathcona to Maine, we don't run, we shine, Fuck the blue lights, keep the hustle divine,
This for the hustlers, risin' up through the pain, Van City trap legends, we redefine the game,
No halfway moves, we go hard to the core, Gun show flow, kickin' down every door,
808s rumble, hi-hats fade, Vancouver, where the demons don't quit,
Trap house boomin', just the kings and the grit, Five foot, fuck off, but our soul stay lit,
Black sheep in the trap, Van City wit, Yo, Van City, bitch, reclaimin' this throne,
East Van to the bone, where the legends are grown, Donkeys and huskies keep the rig by my side,
Straight to the pipeys, that's the life I abide, This is how I keep it, let the freestyle unfold,
Gun show forever, turn the streets into gold, Middle finger to the world, let the pistols go pop,
Van City trap kings, we ain't never gon' stop!
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